It certainly wasn't the scene Minmay expected to step into but then again she hadn't been incredibly well brief one what exactly to expect. She had agreed to come along herself through talk of a world abusing music, using it to enslave and corrupt rather than inspire. And she couldn't bear the thought of letting that pass without trying to help.
The first step to helping was reaching out to others to aid them. She had been skeptical, saying she had long been an ambassador in music and song more than in her ability to talk. In the end though she had agreed to give it an attempt and had been shuttled off to what was considered an appropriate time and place.
There are eyes on her before she realizes it. The sensation isn't uncomfortable beyond the tense, guilty sensation that seems to slip off of the man before her. She can't help but look similarly wide-eyed, quite literally caught in the act.
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The first step to helping was reaching out to others to aid them. She had been skeptical, saying she had long been an ambassador in music and song more than in her ability to talk. In the end though she had agreed to give it an attempt and had been shuttled off to what was considered an appropriate time and place.
There are eyes on her before she realizes it. The sensation isn't uncomfortable beyond the tense, guilty sensation that seems to slip off of the man before her. She can't help but look similarly wide-eyed, quite literally caught in the act.
"I..."